The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

In the crowd, a woman in a plain dress came up and secretly looked at wenzhuangsi. Her voice was not big or small: "since she can cure the disease, why don't you give setou a look?"

"Yes! Yeah, I'm not sick! You have the ability to let setou look after it! " Ding lanrong immediately put his hand around the woman's arm: "Furong is right! Do you dare to show setou? "

"People who are sick will say that they are not sick. To avoid medical treatment is to seek death." Wen Ruolan was too lazy to make trouble with them. She was very weak. She wanted to lie down and sleep immediately. She simply turned to go back to the house.

"See? She dare not! If you bewitch people, you should burn her to death! " Ding lanrong caught the handle, and his voice immediately went up. He pointed to Wen Ruolan's back: "I'll go to the county master's house for a walk. I don't believe you can survive if I die once."

Wen Ruolan suddenly turns back, his eyes are like a knife, and Ding lanrong subconsciously hides behind Wen zhuangsi because of his cold feeling.

Instead, Furong smiles and looks at Wen Ruolan calmly: "Ruolan, don't be angry. I'm not partial to Aunt LAN Rong or bully you. It's just that the resurrection from death is mysterious. She says that she knows how to do medicine, so we have to be convinced."

Wen Ruolan's eyes shrink into a crack like a cat's pupil. I didn't expect that there was such a scheming woman in this small mountain village.

"It's very understanding." Wen Ruolan said ambiguously and turned to look at the people present.

Furong slightly lowered her head: "if sister LAN really has medical skills, it will benefit the villagers. We don't have a doctor in wenjiazhuang. Besides, setou is also a hard-working person. If she can be cured." Said, raised his head, a pair of slender Danfeng eyes smile meaningful: "may not be a beautiful thing."

Wen Ruolan also knows that he has no reason to say that he has medical skills. If Wen Jiazhuang doesn't say anything else, it's afraid that the folk customs are fierce. Since he wants to have a firm foothold, he can't do without showing some skills.

"Ask setou to come here."

"I'm so angry. Sister Ruolan is really different today." Furong said, Shi ran went to wenzhuangsi's face, blessing the body: "Lizheng adult feel good?"

The voice was full of twists and turns. Wen Ruolan, who was just calling, had goose bumps. When he looked up, he saw Wen zhuangsi's little action of hiding behind subconsciously. He was suspicious.

"Well, it's good to ask someone to come." Wenzhuangsi said, and his voice was a little harsh: "don't you go home? If zhuo'er is crying, he will leave you! "

Ding lanrong originally wanted to make a fuss. Hearing that wenzhuangsi was going to break himself, he immediately turned around and trotted back.

"Lizheng, why do you frighten my aunt like this? All women have a jealous mind." Furong said, went to one side, save the mind to see the excitement.

Wen Ruolan swept around the people present. Most of the women also came to watch the crowd. She drew back her eyes and turned into the room.

"Ruolan." Chai Yuee went down to the ground and was going out at the door.

Wen Ruolan was surprised and held her: "mother! You don't want to die? Be quick and rest in bed. "

"I want to help you." Chai Yuee choked with heartache: "these women's hearts are cruel, mother is not at ease."

Wen Ruolan helped Chai Yuee to the bed: "Niang, it's hard for our family. Besides, even if they have the ability to communicate with heaven, your daughter has a way to mend heaven."

Chai Yuee came to the bedside tightly. She picked up her son but stopped.

"No milk. Wait a minute." Wen Ruolan said, next to the end of the porridge, or warm: "eat, I go out first."

Turning around, she was held. Chai Yuee shook her head: "how long can you hold it again? The sick doctor in laitou is helpless. "

"There's a formula for milking. After drinking it for two hours, you'll have milk. Are you worried about the sick man in setou or your younger brother?" Wen Ruolan was tired in her smile, but she was smiling in the end.

Chai Yuee loosened her hand: "this child, my mother is worried about you."

Wen Ruolan went out, and the people outside looked at her coming out again, and suddenly came to the spirit, but people didn't even look at her. They went straight to the kitchen, lit the fire and began to cook medicine slowly.

The whole yard was filled with the bitter smell of herbs.

"Here comes setou." I don't know who yelled in the crowd. Everyone yelled and made way. A man with a big straw hat, limping, bent back, came in with broken straw sandals.

People all around covered their noses and looked disgusted.

Furong saw Li Zheng standing there and coughed softly. As a result, Wen Zhuang didn't move. Her face turned around and walked to the kitchen. She went to the door of the kitchen and said softly, "sister Ruolan, laitou is coming."

Wen Ruolan didn't lift his head, and he didn't lift his eyelids. He continued to control the heat of the medicine.

"Ruolan..." Furong came in with a skirt and squatted beside Wen Ruolan: "are you tired, or I'll help you decoct."

Wen Ruolan raised her head to see Furong: "milking medicine, I can't believe other people's hands."

Furong embarrassed smile, stand up: "if LAN sister afraid is misunderstood, sister-in-law is also a kind."

"Thank you." Wen Ruolan picked up the medicine jar, poured out the soup and went out with it. When she came into the room, she took a look at the man with a pungent smell. She expected that this was setou. She walked in and settled down. Chai Yuee drank the medicine and took a look at the sleepy Carpenter. Finally, she was relieved.

She added sleeping ingredients to carpenter Wen's medicine for nothing else, but she didn't want to see this man die of fatigue.

"Niang, is there any extra embroidery needle?" Wen Ruolan found out all the embroidery needles in the needle and thread basket, only five of them, and asked.

Chai Yuee pointed to the cupboard: "there are still some in the bottom of the package."

Took the embroidery needle, Wen Ruolan just told Chai Yuee to rest early, a person holding tired body came out, or small bench, sit down don't want to stand up, looked up at the setou: "come here, give you pulse."

Setou's eyes hidden in the big straw hat are black and staring at Wen Ruolan. He is the ugliest person in the village. The most beautiful woman in the village is polite to him. At this moment, he dare not go forward.

"It's not difficult to have a disease in the skin. It can be cured in the blood. Even if the disease goes to the bone marrow, it's not afraid. I'm afraid it's the heart that's sick." Said, Wen Ruolan picked up a few herbs: "I can go up the mountain to collect herbs, so I'll send them to you for treatment."

At this time, it was midnight, and Wen Ruolan admired the willpower of these women. In order to watch the excitement, she refused to leave.

Setou stretched out his hand and took over the herbs in a trembling way. His voice was like rubbing repeatedly on sandpaper: "I'll go."

"Don't worry. It's not safe in the mountains at night. Come back tomorrow when you get the herbs." Wen Ruolan took a look at Wen zhuangsi, who had never left: "Mr. Li Zheng, it's too late at night. It's better to let these people go."

Wenzhuangsi was so flustered that he didn't leave because he was afraid that someone would bully his benefactor. But he couldn't say it. He could only clear his throat and turned back to his hands: "are you still here? Setou's here. You're afraid you won't see it later? "

With this sound, the crowd broke up, leaving only Lizheng, setou and Hibiscus in the yard.

Wen Ruolan hooked his lips and said, "sister-in-law, don't move your breath."

Furong's face turns white with a brush